Sonofsmegma » Mon Aug 31, 2020 12:14 pm wrote:Sounds like a nice "sort of" quarantine...
Sounds like a smug cunt who flouts the rules and has complete disregard for others.

Sonofsmegma » Mon Aug 31, 2020 12:14 pm wrote:Sounds like a nice "sort of" quarantine...
Greasy Roads » Mon Aug 31, 2020 7:59 am wrote:Day Six
The feelings of loneliness and isolation are still here. So's the feeling that last night's chicken naga is about to make a reappearance. It does.I fit a new fuel filler hose to the Morgan then go shopping in Malvern for today's food. GF Jnr flips his quarantine residence again, drives up here, and we go for a walk in the countryside. I cook a very decent roast chicken with bread sauce. GF Jnr borrows my golf clubs as he's having a round with his mates tomorrow. He flips his residence again and goes back to his mum's. I'll be suffering from loneliness and isolation tomorrow, no doubt. Eight days to go.
Connor » Mon Aug 31, 2020 8:49 pm wrote:Here in NZ we went through hard lockdown which prevented Coronavirus taking hold, it must be terrible in the UK. I am interested to read Greasy Roads' diary of his quarantine, so no ban here, in fact I've wiped his slate clean. Give the fella a break, dannynomates or I'll be quarantining you.
Connor » Mon Aug 31, 2020 7:49 pm wrote:Here in NZ we went through hard lockdown which prevented Coronavirus taking hold, it must be terrible in the UK. I am interested to read Greasy Roads' diary of his quarantine, so no ban here, in fact I've wiped his slate clean. Give the fella a break, dannynomates or I'll be quarantining you.
Mushshrooms » Tue Sep 01, 2020 9:57 am wrote:^^ Will someone ban this cunt for flagrant disregard of the laws governing this country??
Greasy Roads » Wed Sep 02, 2020 7:49 am wrote:Day Eight
I'm woken up by George with his distinctive "I've brought a mouse in" miaow. I can't be arsed to get up to look at it as I feel lonely and isolated. When I do get up it's dead on the lounge floor. After breakfast I drive down to St Johns and shop for today's food. Back at home a order some parts for the Morgan - there's always work to do on it after a holiday. I realise a have forgotten to buy any bird food and as it's an emergency I drive back to the shops to get some. I spend the afternoon making chicken and mushroom soup for when GF Jnr flips his residence and comes to eat later. He tells me about his round of golf yesterday, he did 9 holes in 52 which was OK. Its always difficult when he goes, it makes me feel lonely and isolated. Six days to go.
Greasy Roads » Today, 06:49 wrote:Day Eight
I realise a have forgotten to buy any bird food and as it's an emergency I drive back to the shops to get some.
Happy Jack » Wed Sep 02, 2020 5:37 pm wrote:Greasy Roads » Today, 06:49 wrote:Day Eight
I realise a have forgotten to buy any bird food and as it's an emergency I drive back to the shops to get some.
That is heartwarming.Well done you thinking about them in your time of struggle.
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Why not visit the local library to get some books to read to help you through your isolation? It must be a terrible experience for you. Don't forget your elderly and vulnerable neighbours isolating who would so appreciate you dropping in for a chat and a cuppa.
Keep your chin up, the Bulldog Spirit and all that. You are an inspiration to us all.
Happy Jack » Wed Sep 02, 2020 5:37 pm wrote:Greasy Roads » Today, 06:49 wrote:Day Eight
I realise a have forgotten to buy any bird food and as it's an emergency I drive back to the shops to get some.
That is heartwarming.Well done you thinking about them in your time of struggle.
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Why not visit the local library to get some books to read to help you through your isolation? It must be a terrible experience for you. Don't forget your elderly and vulnerable neighbours isolating who would so appreciate you dropping in for a chat and a cuppa.
Keep your chin up, the Bulldog Spirit and all that. You are an inspiration to us all.
Greasy Roads » Thu Sep 03, 2020 7:38 am wrote:Day Nine
There's no mouse this morning but there's a woodlouse in the bathroom basin where George has obviously had a drink in the night. I'm feeling lonely and isolated as I have coffee and toast for breakfast. A replacement cooling fan arrives for the Morgan: since fitting an alluminium radiator the old one, which draws 25 amps, is no longer necessary. I go out to get the day's food and while I'm at it I buy some fittings for the fan and a new houseplant. My hopes of fitting the fan are dashed when it rains. George comes in soaked and settles down on my lap. I have the remains of Saturday's chicken naga for dinner which makes me feel less lonely and isolated. You're never alone with a chicken naga. Five days to go.